Futility isA sightless orange amidst a sea of dim recollection, the sun descends, Still scarcely atop the horizon. We sit together, as we always have, Feigning ignorance of the rift grown between us, as the crimson gloom Of the evening paints our eyes; and I remember our times past--the Laughter all but purportless. We sit together, sharing the skies, and I Wonder why the stars have not begun to speckle them with their Distant shimmers of light. Abruptly you rise, turn, and walk away; And without a spoken word I see you dissipate through the vaporous Blood of dawn, mourning your loss, and yet powerless toFutility is
